The air was thick with tension, and the city lights below glimmered like a distant galaxy. Yoru crouched low, his claws digging into the rooftop as his tail swayed in anticipation. The wind carried the faint rustle of feathers, and his sharp ears picked up every sound, his enhanced senses working overtime.
"You're insane," Yoru growled, his voice a mix of his own and Aira's soft, melodic tone.
"Call me what you want," the winged man replied, a smirk stretching across his sharp features. His wings flared dramatically, the crimson feathers catching the moonlight as he leaned forward. "But I'm done talking."
With a powerful flap, he launched himself into the air, the gust kicking up debris around them. "Here I come!" he roared, his voice slicing through the night like a blade.
